The Dreaded Lurgi
Without Prejudice
I'm pretty sure the term "Dreaded Lurgi comes from a Goon Show when I was a kid. My parents were crazy about English humour and it was always on the radio or the TV. Loved Spike Milligan and Harry Seacombe, Peter Sellers et al, they always seemed to be having such a good time when they spouting their comedy and could not stop laughing, they ad libbed a lot and were witty and clever. Well I have it, the dreaded Lurgi and I have to fly to QLD in 48 hours.
Hopefully it's eased a lot or my ear drums will explode, I will choke on green mucous all the way up there, making other passengers strangely nervous and not able to look at me. I hate flying so I will just take masses of cough syrup and my Sister can come and grab my comatose form off the plane. I flew to QLD last Winter in June and sobbed all the way. I have never been a big fan of flying, a white knuckled flyer.
The people were really nice and got me a red wine which was great and my lovely Brother had one ordered for me on the trip home. It did help, enormously. I came home on Saturday after seeing my new little family Member, Andrej, my new great grandson and the dreaded lurgi came along just like that. Like turning ona light switch. Bang, sore throat, loud disgustin wet cough, headache, shaking with shivers like I had the ague, you know those shivers that rock you back and forth. I had begun crying about my new little man and the tears turned into coughing and there it was.
The dreaded lurgi
I am furious as I had the flu injection two weeks ago, put up with a painful hard red arm for days, I wonder now savagely what was the point ? That's Ok though as in 2 days time I be up at Beachmere with sun, lots of sun. I went there last year even further into Winter and it was still spectacular weather. My brother In Law is a house husband and was so good to me, bringing me drinks and homemade soup with crusty bread.
The house is like something out of the movie "Beaches" and sits right on the water, only a good size stretch of sand separating the water from the back door. I so want to be there, right now would be good but I have to wait and by then I better be better or else. I'd still be going anyway as Winter drives me mad in Melbourne. I hate it. The greyness, depressing rain, the cutting wind.
Helen is a nurse and thinks it's hysterical I have the Dreaded Lurgi, she tends to be unsympathetic on such small matters as she sees life and death every day. I will just have to rely on my Brother in Law to bring me blankies (no, not that one, the soft one ) and the biggest thing driving me forward apart from Winter Depression which I get quite severely is the fact I have lost 24 kilos. Yaay.
I want to show off my body and run and twirl and dance and skip, as soon as I'm better of course. Helen was a big girl as a child and had Gastric Banding a few years ago and looks marvelous. She was fed up being large. I was inspired by her but never ever thought I could do it myself. Just lose weight with small portions and exercise, dancing mostly and cleaning.
And the more I lost the more I felt energetic so more exercise and it just continued. I can't wait to show my Brother Dave who sent me to Camp Eden and George who flew me up there. It was never going to be about weight loss, ever. I thought it would be hard exercise and shy me hating being around strangers. And it was completely different to that.
It was all about health and that made sense to my anal little brain . Health rather than vanity ! Once I changed the focus the weight fell off. I busted up with a guy I was seeing when I got back, I found out he was seeing someone else and that always sends me into a spin, weight wise, so I thought why don't I use this to effect. Start the weight loss ball rolling from heartbreak and continue that, going forward. (God, I sound like Julia
So that's exactly what happened and now I feel like jumping out of my skin in excitement.Nothing is better for a woman, nothing. Everything fits, and I feel years younger. I get wolf whistles now and pats on the hand at the Supermarket froma shy young arabian boy and I just widen my eyes at him, innocently and grin inside. Silly bugger ! I'm old enough to be his Mother at least..
I want to go out and dance and show off and flirt. I'm single after all. Can't wait, dreaded lurgy or not xoxox
Love Janette
I'm pretty sure the term "Dreaded Lurgi comes from a Goon Show when I was a kid. My parents were crazy about English humour and it was always on the radio or the TV. Loved Spike Milligan and Harry Seacombe, Peter Sellers et al, they always seemed to be having such a good time when they spouting their comedy and could not stop laughing, they ad libbed a lot and were witty and clever. Well I have it, the dreaded Lurgi and I have to fly to QLD in 48 hours.
Hopefully it's eased a lot or my ear drums will explode, I will choke on green mucous all the way up there, making other passengers strangely nervous and not able to look at me. I hate flying so I will just take masses of cough syrup and my Sister can come and grab my comatose form off the plane. I flew to QLD last Winter in June and sobbed all the way. I have never been a big fan of flying, a white knuckled flyer.
The people were really nice and got me a red wine which was great and my lovely Brother had one ordered for me on the trip home. It did help, enormously. I came home on Saturday after seeing my new little family Member, Andrej, my new great grandson and the dreaded lurgi came along just like that. Like turning ona light switch. Bang, sore throat, loud disgustin wet cough, headache, shaking with shivers like I had the ague, you know those shivers that rock you back and forth. I had begun crying about my new little man and the tears turned into coughing and there it was.
The dreaded lurgi
I am furious as I had the flu injection two weeks ago, put up with a painful hard red arm for days, I wonder now savagely what was the point ? That's Ok though as in 2 days time I be up at Beachmere with sun, lots of sun. I went there last year even further into Winter and it was still spectacular weather. My brother In Law is a house husband and was so good to me, bringing me drinks and homemade soup with crusty bread.
The house is like something out of the movie "Beaches" and sits right on the water, only a good size stretch of sand separating the water from the back door. I so want to be there, right now would be good but I have to wait and by then I better be better or else. I'd still be going anyway as Winter drives me mad in Melbourne. I hate it. The greyness, depressing rain, the cutting wind.
Helen is a nurse and thinks it's hysterical I have the Dreaded Lurgi, she tends to be unsympathetic on such small matters as she sees life and death every day. I will just have to rely on my Brother in Law to bring me blankies (no, not that one, the soft one ) and the biggest thing driving me forward apart from Winter Depression which I get quite severely is the fact I have lost 24 kilos. Yaay.
I want to show off my body and run and twirl and dance and skip, as soon as I'm better of course. Helen was a big girl as a child and had Gastric Banding a few years ago and looks marvelous. She was fed up being large. I was inspired by her but never ever thought I could do it myself. Just lose weight with small portions and exercise, dancing mostly and cleaning.
And the more I lost the more I felt energetic so more exercise and it just continued. I can't wait to show my Brother Dave who sent me to Camp Eden and George who flew me up there. It was never going to be about weight loss, ever. I thought it would be hard exercise and shy me hating being around strangers. And it was completely different to that.
It was all about health and that made sense to my anal little brain . Health rather than vanity ! Once I changed the focus the weight fell off. I busted up with a guy I was seeing when I got back, I found out he was seeing someone else and that always sends me into a spin, weight wise, so I thought why don't I use this to effect. Start the weight loss ball rolling from heartbreak and continue that, going forward. (God, I sound like Julia
So that's exactly what happened and now I feel like jumping out of my skin in excitement.Nothing is better for a woman, nothing. Everything fits, and I feel years younger. I get wolf whistles now and pats on the hand at the Supermarket froma shy young arabian boy and I just widen my eyes at him, innocently and grin inside. Silly bugger ! I'm old enough to be his Mother at least..
I want to go out and dance and show off and flirt. I'm single after all. Can't wait, dreaded lurgy or not xoxox
Love Janette
